The Tide is Perennial

The tide is perennial,

My heart sincere,

Icarus, he fell apart under the ozone layer.

The unrequited handshake

the disappointed tear.

All wings were not meant for flying

 

Make-believe is amorphous,

big dreams disappear,

Mercutio, he fell down on his own frontier,

The infected heartache,

The suffocated prayer.

Most hopes have a habit of lying

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